I spent the rest of the week seeing the city and shopping, Charles had a lot of obligations to fulfil and was quite busy. Friday's free practice went by pretty well and so did qualifying, he qualified second once again right behind Max.

It was race day at last, I had told him that I wanted to attend the race from the garages. He told me that he'll tell me on the day of the race if I had garage permissions.

I waited for him in the lobby as eager as a kid on Christmas, finally he showed up. He was wearing team wear but what made me smile was he had the blue bandana at his forehead.

"Good morning Tara, why are you smiling so much?"

"You're wearing the bandana." I grinned.

"I told you I'm always going to wear it, now to make you smile even bigger." He took my hand in his and placed an ID card like thing on it.

"Garage permit?" I looked at him.

He nodded, I gave him a big hug and thanked him. We started our walk to his car and yet again, there was a number of people at the gates waiting to get pictures with him.

I was pulled into a lot of photos, while taking one of the pictures I cried out about how weird I looked. Charles simply nodded, ouch.

We got into the car and started our drive, I felt a little awkward. He admitted to the fact I looked weird, I was once again overthinking every little gesture of his. It's not like I could stop it, I was infatuated!

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing." I huffed.

"Something's wrong. Just say it."

"You think I look weird."

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do! You nodded when I said I looked weird."

"I don't think you look weird! I just think you have a ginormous forehead." He teased me.

"Now I'm even more hurt." I crossed my arms.

We got to the track and were greeted by Nat, she was glowing. She looked so happy, it filled my heart with warmth. I had a little chat with her and then headed to the garage.

I talked to the people on Charles' team, they were all more than glad to explain how the car worked and what their role was. The unit of 20 something were like a family.

Charles came in after a while, with his trainer and his Press officer on either side. Both telling him things, while he continued walking and nodding.

His press officer, Mia came and stood next to me while Andrea continued chatting with Charles. It's a big day today! Mia smiled. It sure did look like one, there was red as far as one could see in the grandstands.

Charles came towards me to grab his balaclava and helmet. He put on his balaclava and I couldn't help but notice how sharp his nose was.

"Good luck rat." I smiled at him.

"Rat?" He looked at me and laughed.

"Your nose, it's so sharp. The balaclava makes you look like a rat."

"Thanks mega mind." He smirked.

The pit lane was open, cars and their crews rushed to the lane to get their drivers ready for the race. The Helter-skelter went on for quite a while, it was time.

The formation lap was over, everyone was on the grid in their spots. The lights went out and it was go time.

"VAI CHARLES! VAI ARTHUR! FORZA FERRARI!" Was all I found myself yelling for the next hour.

Every time someone was called to the pits, I felt the urge to stand up and go see the pitstop. I got to see the teams do their pitstop up close and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't squeal.

The race carried on with an intense battle up front between Max, Charles and Arthur. None of them was going to back of easily and it was thrill to watch, Max was in the lead with Arthur and Charles battling it out for second.

After a few laps Charles managed to pass Arthur and was chasing Max, with only three laps to go. The whole garage was on its feet, all of us cheering on for the boys in red.

It was the last lap, two sectors to go. It was nerve biting, DON'T YOU BACK OFF! We chanted. And he didn't, he chased Max, pressurising him as much as he could.

The checkered flag was out, the battle was still on. Charles emerged victorious, the garage was in all the feels! We were hugging each other, screaming shouting, he did it. He won at Monza once again, the Tifosi was going wild.

The crew was running towards the parc ferme and it didn't look like I had a choice, I was dragged along too. We stood by the barrier watching our boy get out of the car.

Like always, he pointed skywards first and then jumped off the car. He came running straight to the crew and leaped at them, being pressed against the barrier wasn't exactly the ideal place to be at right now.

But it didn't matter! We were all on a a celebration high, I noticed him looking at me. I took my chances and reached my hands to him.

"You did it! You did it!" I beamed cupping his face in my hands.

He gave me a smile, his hands were in my hair and the next thing I know I feel his lips graze against mine. By the time I realised what had just happened he was gone, I froze.

He kissed me. I kissed him. WE KISSED.

I felt a little dazed from what had just happened, it's like my legs were jelly. I decided to move away from the crowd and go to the balcony.

I probably looked as dazed as I felt, Nat instantly walked up to me and made me sit down. She was scolding me for standing in the sun again but I didn't care.

I could think about one thing and one thing only, his lips against mine. The butterflies I had from it were far from gone, I craved for it to happen again.

"Tara! Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh? Yeah." I nodded taking the lemonade from her.

The podium celebrations were over, Arthur walked in followed by Charles. He seemed so happy right now I wanted to give his stupid face another kiss.

"We're going to celebrate this one by going all out!" Arthur beamed.

"Yeah, come clubbing with us?" Charles looked at me.

Clubbing? He didn't even mention the kiss. Did he not want to talk about it, why was he behaving like nothing ever happened.

The last thing I wanted was to be drunk around him and tell him things he didn't need to know. Not after this kiss, I've probably lost whatever little common sense I have.

"You guys carry on, I feel a little sick." I smiled.

"I'm not going clubbing if Tara's not coming." Nat announced.

"No, Nat! Go! Have fun!" I insisted.

"Boys, you carry on. Both of us are going to have a night in." She beamed.

"Your loss." Charles smirked.

Nat told me to stay put for a while, she was going to clock out and then we could leave the paddock and spend the rest of the day together.

We rushed back to the hotel, she said that she'd come over to my room in a few. Both of us needed to freshen up, I showered but the butterflies just won't leave.

I laid in bed doing nothing, I was on cloud nine, smiling like an idiot. This felt unreal, I was falling fast. Scratch that, Charles Leclerc, I have fallen, fallen so hard I don't think I'm going to ever get up.

I heard a knock on my door, it was Nat! She had food in her hands. She had order us food, I told her that we had to watch shitty reality TV shows while eating food.

"No way! I love crappy TV!" She laughed.

"So what should we watch today?"

"Well it's not crappy but can we watch say yes to the dress?"

"Yes!" I beamed surfing for the show.

We watched about 6 brides ugly cry over dresses, all of them talking about how much their partners loved them.

"This is all so cute." I sighed.

"Well you and Charles are no less, the pictures from today's race. How can two people love each other so much!" She smiled.

"What pictures?"

"The one from the Parc ferme." She smiled.

The parc ferme, I opened Instagram to see I was tagged in hundreds of posts. I clicked on the tab to check them, I was flooded with pictures of the kiss.

Who managed to capture it? Turns out it wasn't just one photographer. As weird as it felt, I couldn't help but look at the picture, it made me relive everything that happened in those few seconds. It was not helping the butterflies in my stomach.